The circus is leaving from our small town
on the wide road that leads to a bridge.
The circus is leaving and I'm wondering now:
Who is the host and who was the guest?
The circus is folding in a wide field.
His trace is disappearing in a rainy night.
The fakir and the artist on the string are leaving
and the sad buffoon that was dear to me.
Was it all false?
Is it all just a cheap trick?
Or all those masks are hiding the pain
and some completely other face?
The kids will talk about the lights of arena
they'll practise stealthily some trick at home.
But already tomorrow,as some time pases by
they'll just rarely think of that.
A round mark will stay on the place of the tent
there where the brave Greek was wrestling with a tiger.
And few posters,on them guy eating flame
kids will already draw him mustaches.
Was it all false?
Is it all just a cheap trick?
Or all those masks are hiding the pain
and some completely other face?
Good night ladies and gentlemen.
This show is over too.
I hope you enjoyed it.
It was a pleasure playing fool for you all this years.
I hope will see us again in some other city,
on some other show,
in some other circus.
The circus is leaving from our small town
on the wide road that leads to a bridge.
The circus is leaving and I'm wondering now:
Who is the host and who was the guest?
The circus is leaving,it's better for everyone like that.
Many have already understood the show.
They'll find new buffoons easily
because another circuse will come to our city.
It was all false.
It's all just a cheap trick.
And all those masks are hiding the pain
and some completely other face.